I don’t have Panic Attacks very often anymore. But when I do my body feels it’s overwhelming dark pull. My chest beats uncomfortable, my breathe shallows, and my thoughts turn in every which direction. But eventually, I suppose from shear instinct. My breathe slows and deepens till the dark waters gradually push away.
The question always comes up, rather I jot down these experiences for myself or someone else. I suppose the simple answer is both. For every moment I feel a bit “laissez-faire” about a given situation. There always lurks that ever present fear, that black strain that first invaded my mind some 22 years ago. And while I do a pretty good job of keeping it at bay. At some point it always finds it way back in. Just know, that in those vulnerable moments, it doesn’t mean you are weak. It simple means you are human.